Curiously enough, the absence of eyes struck me more than all the other defects put together.
He was accompanied by Dustin and two other men, one she knew as Sasha, a man who'd struck her with his devotedness to his family, and Levi, a man who'd been present in many of his pre-Schism memories.
Once again she was struck by the unusual blue of his eyes.
Their gazes met and it struck her how extraordinarily handsome he was.
Struck by the thought, she checked the dresser for clothing.
Both Mr. Gilman and Mr. Keith, the teachers who prepared her for college, were struck by her power of constructive reasoning; and she was excellent in pure mathematics, though she seems never to have enjoyed it much.
For some reason it struck her funny and she giggled.
The Black God looked like a love-struck teenager, and suddenly Damian understood why Sofi suggested sending Jenn.
She imagined he went to her apartment to check on Toby and was struck by her longing to return to the tiny, cluttered mess of a life that was hers.
These they could not see, but they could feel them pelting the buggy top, and Jim screamed almost like a human being when a stone overtook him and struck his boney body.
Tears stung her eyes as she brought her hand around and struck his other cheek with a ringing blow.
He held her gaze, struck by the aura of power around her.
It struck a chord deep within her, as if she should know it.
Struck by an idea, Deidre sat up.
The footmen began moving about, chairs scraped, the band struck up in the gallery, and the guests settled down in their places.
Again, it struck her that she knew little about him.
I heard a recording of the Delaware tip and it struck me as really strange.
The driver struck his passenger repeatedly on the side of her head with his free hand as he drove deeper into the wood.
We don't know when it happened so we tried twice to hit the time and struck out and called it quits.
I struck out, at least under his name.
When Betsy mentioned telling the After people, a thought struck me that the death of Owen Bryce, once known to our friends at After would probably tie me directly to the tipster as well.
Than an idea struck me; if we were sealed in, why not seal him out?
The guardsman struck with nonchalance that told Jule just how much he was being underestimated.
She struck fire with the third match and tossed it into the stove.
As she stepped into the armory in the corner of the large garage, she was struck by the care he took of the large collection.
She didn't know what Xander was, but he'd said one thing that struck her hard.
Struck by something else, she removed her sunglasses and eyed Jake, saying, You know, you haven't spoken to me more than to say hello in two years.
While surprised to see him there, she was struck by how well Jake fit in with the other men.
Yet she tried to learn her new role with a selflessness that struck him now as incredible.
Her betrayal struck him even harder.
He lifted the chain, kiri's chain, and looked at the identical marks, struck by the idea that he somehow belonged to the same world they did.
The sound of snarling came from the other side, and she closed her eyes as the demon struck the door again.
The barracks area was heavily guarded, but she was struck by the lack of activity in the part of the castle that normally hummed with life.
Katie hesitated, then strode through the main hallways, suspecting Hannah would be too star struck to notice the looks they.d certainly receive from others.
Rhyn didn.t wait for him to settle himself but struck first with his long, oak bo, a blow that caught the Immortal by surprise.
He struck again, this time drawing blood.
She was struck by his words, feeling as if the one person she relied upon was not only running out on her but would chop her into pieces the next time she saw him.
Every face expressed respectful, awe-struck curiosity.
Princess Mary saw Dessalles' embarrassed and astonished look fixed on her father, noticed his silence, and was struck by the fact that her father had forgotten his son's letter on the drawing-room table; but she was not only afraid to speak of it and ask Dessalles the reason of his confusion and silence, but was afraid even to think about it.
What struck him most was the sight of a splendid field of oats in which a camp had been pitched and which was being mown down by the soldiers, evidently for fodder.
This meeting immediately struck Rostov as a romantic event.
Pierre looked over the wall of the trench and was particularly struck by a pale young officer who, letting his sword hang down, was walking backwards and kept glancing uneasily around.